I’m celebrating John Deere Day by drinking Gypsy Cold Care tea and consuming Fishermen’s Friend cough drops. With spring just around the corner, I guess it’s the time to get a cold. So I’m staying warm under my down comforter, and about to delve back into E.M. Forester’s A Room with a View (a duplicate…
If one measure’s one’s accomplishments by the amount you have thrown away, I got a fair amount done today. However, I could hardly get through one box of paper in two hours, while a few weeks ago my cousin and I packed more than a dozen boxes in a matter of hours. The sorting process…
It’s still hard to believe I’m in the midst of planning my wedding. Our wedding! What happiness.All the details are coming together so well. The perfect dress, a free couch, the cutest kitchen table ever, and of course, the dearest groom. I’ve been overwhelmed a few times, but only momentarily. It seems the Lord delights…
Once I was happily content to be As I was, where I was Close to the people who are close to me Here in the home I love Who could see that a man would come Who would change the shape of my dreams Helpless, now, I stand with him Watching older dreams grow dimClosing…
Ten years ago this September, I met a little boy in Yellowstone National Park. Our families became friends. We became friends. Six years ago, he started writing me letters. Last year, he asked my daddy for permission to court me. And on Valentine’s Day, he gave me a ring. That little boy is my man,…
It’s that time of year when I always used to catch a bad case of the “Solitaire Blues.” I wrote the below in 2002. But little did I know I only had one more blue Valentine’s Day–the past two have been colored with sweet cards and phone calls. And this year, I’ve already received several…
“I Love You.” Three little words, with only eight letters between them. Sometimes they seem so inadequate, don’t they? And yet, two years ago today, those three little words changed everything for me. My man whispered, “I do love you, very much,” and I was the happiest girl in the world. Our love has only…
A week ago yesterday, two men named Richard went Home to Heaven.Richard “Everett” was 86, and went Home after a long bout with Parkinson’s. Uncle Dick was only 56, when a wreck on the drive home from work took him Home forever. When Everett could still come to church, I remember going over to ask…
I think I’ve felt raindrops every day of this New Year so far. And not all of them literal.My man and I have already shed many tears in this young year. His uncle went home to Heaven a week ago. Then Saturday I said goodbye to my love, not knowing how soon I will see…
My man and I have the postal delivery times down to a science. If I mail a letter today, he will get it day after tomorrow. If I mail a letter on a Friday, he will get it Monday. If I mail a letter before the noon pickup on Saturday, it will arrive at his…
Ever notice how all the Christmas songs are love songs? My man pointed that out to me on the phone last night. The thing about the holidays is that they are traditionally spent with loved ones. And so whether you have no one “special,” or your “special someone” is miles away, you still feel lonely….
It would be nice if no one felt the need to hold me to every little statement I ever made (I prefer to forget them, myself). Especially since I was such an outspoken teenager at times (in a rather public forum). I wish I could go back and tell my 16-year-old self a few things…
The End.
The End.
